If dawn returned to these mountains,
cold stone could breathe,
its winding paths might lift a small song.
Then our hearth would come into view,
—and I would stay.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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another good write, much enjoyed
Glad this breve was enjoyed and thanks too for being the first on the scene. 🙏🕊️
most welcome friend
This is a wonderful poetic piece Cryptic it warms the heart and provides a sunray of hope where all had been darkness and cold hard rock. Metaphoric yet vivid in image it speaks loudly of a coming new day. Very nice my friend and a fave
...sometimes that is all that we have to hold on to! Thanks dear friend 🙏🕊️
Always my pleasure dear friend
Arqios, what a beautiful little poem. In just a handful of lines you move from longing, to possibility, to belonging. By the time I reached, "and I would stay," it felt less like a destination than a quiet resolution of the heart. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
For that the oriental literary forms and thought process have been quite helpful as well as the western short form. Much appreciated dear friend🙏🕊️
There’s a quiet restraint in this—like the poem is holding its breath right up until that final promise.
The shift from landscape to “I would stay” gives it a gentle emotional weight that lands without needing force.
Good write A. You stayin'?! lol.
Yup, ya twisted me arm 🤣🙏🏻🕊️
You'll have to continue hearing my corny jokes then! lol.
Like Spring after Winter. A nice Write.
Fine words Rik.
Andy
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